Chapter 3: The Great Albus Dumbledore chooses the right fourth champion.
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- Harry Potter and The Revenge of the Goblet of Fire. -
Previously.
The headmaster was doing a happy dance in his mind as he saved his eardrums and removed the redheaded idiot from the Tournament. Now to seize the victory! Carpe Victoria! He looked at the boy sadly.
"The Goblet of Fire has indeed, selected, a fourth champion." The Great Albus Dumbledore announced gravely as he looked around the Great Hall drawing out the suspense.
"Harry! Potter!"
The Great Albus Dumbledore had spoken, and his word was law.
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There was a loud thud that echoed around the silent stunned Great Hall, as Harry hit his head on the table. Dealing with the headmaster's manipulations made him miss fighting Tom. At least Tom was honest and up front in an I-am-going-to-kill-you-and-all-your-little-muggleborn-friends way. He just wanted to kill Harry painfully, himself; professionally of course, nothing personal as having a Boy-Who-Lived was bad for business.
While with Dumbledore, it was all personal, his all consuming, interfering, unhealthy interest in the boy started before he was even born. Why? Because a prophecy declared that one was to be born with the power to vanquish the dark lord, without mentioning which one. And the headmaster thought he was being very clever manipulating someone else like Tom to murder the boy for his Greater Good.
What kind of Greater Good would need an orphan to be murdered for it?
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There another loud thud at that very moment, but it was silent to everyone in the Great Hall. Everyone except the headmaster, as he watched the redhead idiot, and saw the moment his mind snapped and what little good it had was eaten away by a burning consuming hatred for the Boy-Who-Lived and his muggleborn witch. The headmaster smiled to himself, the redhead idiot will devote his life to hate those two even while he pretends to be their friend as he tries to split them apart, tries to play one against the other as he did with the broom, consume all of their resources and frustrate all of their endeavours with his useless arguments and whinging in a peevish or irritating way, until he can abandon and betray them for the highest price. Just like a young Peter Piper Pettigrew, all those years ago. Waiting his chance to betray Potter, Black and Lupin. Just because they wouldn't let him have a date with the muggleborn witch, Lily.
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Ronald Bilius stewed his mind with his burning hatred, and he wondered how much gold the Boy-Who-Had-Stolen-His-Dreams-and-His-Eternal-Glory, had paid the headmaster to kick him, the rightfully chosen fourth champion, out of the Tri-Wizard Tournament and give his championship to that slimy, cheating, stealing, half-blood usurper. He should have let the sorting hat place the slimy usurper in Slytherin where he belongs. He was not fit to be in the house of the brave like a Pure-blood Gryffindor of the calibre of Ronald Bilius Weasley.
It was obvious to redhead idiot that the slimy, cheating, Slytherin, half-blood usurper has turned to the dark side and it was up to him, Ronald Bilius Weasley, to stop the future dark lord and his muggleborn witch dark lady, any way he could, including with extreme prejudice. After dessert of course.
When he first searched for the Boy-Who-Lived on the Hogwarts Express, all those years ago, his focus had been on keeping everyone away from his best mate, and stopped him from making any other friends. Now he would devote his life to blacken the name of Potter, and focus on ensuring the future dark lord only had enemies.
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Hermione squeezed Harry's hand and hissed. "That foul... loathsome... evil…. Manipulative…. Little cockroach! We can fight this, Harry! I have a copy of the rules in Hogwarts, A History. Just say no and play the only-three-champions slash Cedric card, but don't get angry! If Weasley could control his Prewett temper, so can you! If you get angry, you will lose everything! Be polite! My love!"
Harry squeezed Hermione's hand back as he listens carefully, and he mentally prepared himself. He wondered who was more evil, Tom or Dumbledore.
"Would Harry Potter please come forward?" The headmaster commanded sadly. It was always very important to be polite when manipulating, as politeness was harder to resist without appearing to be immature, rude and uncultured. Sort of like politics, saying the nastiest things in the nicest ways.
'Bloody Hell! No! No way! Hell No!' Harry screamed in his head as he saw how nice and polite Dumbledore was to manipulate to get his way, and he realized that Hermione was right, get angry and he will lose everything, but it still felt great to curse the headmaster, even if it was only in his head. He saw the slight smirk on Dumbledore's face that would have triggered the anger of the old Harry. But since the wraith had been removed from his scar, his mind had cleared up, and he had lost the impulse to act rashly without thinking.
Harry slowly stood up, using every bit of his new found self-control to verbally duel the headmaster in the fight for his life. "I am sorry, but there must be some mistake. This is a Tri-Wizard Tournament, and it would be impossible to have a fourth champion, and Cedric Diggory is the original and officially Goblet of Fire certified and chosen genuine Hogwarts champion. I won't let you take that away from him. And it is about time Hufflepuff got a bit of the limelight and eternal glory."
"Cedric! Cedric! Cedric!" Luna started to chant as Neville, Hermione, Harry, and the Hufflepuff table joined in the chant. Luna had to clear the Nargles from the Great Hall to help Harry, as he needed to gain support against the headmaster's manipulations, and Cedric had always been nice to her.
"Cedric! Cedric! Cedr..." The headmaster silenced Hufflepuff with a glance.
'Bloody Hell! No! No way! Hell No!' Harry cursed in his head, amazed how easily the headmaster controlled the Great Hall, and wondered why he didn't do this in second year after the Heir of Slytherin incident, and spare him having the whole school turn against him.
"Why do you want to take away Hufflepuff's chance to shine and their eternal glory, headmaster?"
"Brilliant, Harry. Get ready to play the Goblet-chose-Weasley card." Hermione whispered. Harry had won the first round.
The headmaster ignored the question and just turned on his sad face, and then turned his twinkling blue eyes up to maximum to try and get an angry reaction from the boy. "I am afraid the Goblet of Fire also chose you."
'Bloody Hell! No! No way! Hell No! Zip! Na na!' Harry cursed in his head; he could see that the headmaster was doing everything he could to get an angry reaction from him. It would have worked on the old scarred Harry, but the new scar free Harry steeled himself.
"I am sorry, but it was Mr. Weasley's name that came out of the Goblet of Fire, and you announced his name. We all saw that! The Goblet of Fire had chosen him!" Harry replied in a very reasonable voice.
"Yes it did!" Ronald yelled, confusing some as he stood up. "Potter's name did come out of the Goblet of Fire!"
The red dunderhead reached into his back pocket, glad for his first chance to betray the slimy Slytherin, while Harry and Hermione felt the first sting of betrayal as their former friend worked against them. They wondered how much he must truly hate them.
Ronald sneered as he pulled the torn piece of parchment with Harry's name on it out of his back pocket to hold it up for all to see.
"Here's the slimy cheater's name! Written in his own chicken scratch scribble. This is all Potter's fault! It's always Potter's fault!" Ronald sneered and spat.
But the other pieces of dark green and silver parchment with the Slytherin names also came out and fell on the floor, and didn't go unnoticed. Some Slytherin wizards were going to pay Ronald Bilius Weasley a visit. They too could make a fuss that their names had also came out of the Goblet of Fire, but that was not the Slytherin way, and with the headmaster obviously trying to manipulate Potter into the Tournament, there must be more going on in the background, and they would be wiser to stay out of it.
"There you are, Harry." Dumbledore smiled at Ronald. He had his uses after all. "Could you please come forward?"
"Play the Professor-Moody-put-your-name-in card." Hermione hissed, still very angry at the redhead's betrayal.
'No! No way! Bloody Hell No!This is complete crap!' Harry cursed in his head at both the headmaster and their former friend.
Then took a deep calming breath. "I am sorry, but I did not put my name in the Goblet of Fire. Nor I did ask anyone. We all know it was your old friend Professor Moody who tore my name off some homework and placed it in the Goblet of Fire, and that Ministry official, Mr. Barty Crouch, knew he was going to." Harry carefully answered back, as he pointed out Mad-Eye on the floor with Crouch, and finally the headmaster. "And so did you!"
"Detention, Potter, and one hundred points from Gryffindor for disrespecting the headmaster." Snape sneered as he ran interference to protect the headmaster.
"Slimy cheating Coward!" Yelled Ronald trying to turn everyone's attention to focus on Potter. "Too chicken to be Gryffindor's champion!"
"Mere technicalities." Cried Mr. Crouch's assistant, Percy Weasley. "Why can't you just do as you are ordered by your betters, Potter?"
"Hem, hem!" Agreed the pink toad with a blank look on her face.
Harry ignored Snape, Ronald, Percy and the pink toad, as Hermione whispered in his ear. "Don't play the guardianship card, Harry, as that will expose Sirius, and he will use that against you. Plus the Dursleys would only be too happy to give you permission to enter this death trap Tournament, and while you are at Hogwarts, the headmaster is in loco parentis and can act in the place of a parent."
"So he could have let Ronald participate?"
"Yes, but he played the Molly card to frighten Ronald, and force him to surrender. There is a loophole coming up but you need to play your cards carefully."
"Damn that foul... loathsome... evil…. Manipulative…. Little cockroach!" Hissed Harry and his girlfriend didn't correct him.
Harry trusted his brilliant girlfriend explicitly and nodded to her. The ball was in the headmaster's court. How was he going to contend with the fact that everyone knew who had placed Harry's name in the Goblet of Fire?
They watched as the headmaster's greater than Merlin image worked its magic.
"Be that as it may, I am so sorry, Harry, but YOUR NAME DID come out of the Goblet of Fire, and it is YOU who has the binding magical contract with the Goblet of Fire, and IS BOUND to compete in the tournament. I am so sorry, my dear boy, but I am afraid that YOU must participate or YOU WILL LOSE YOUR MAGIC." The headmaster said, sadly ignoring the blindingly obvious while his eyes were twinkling like mad. He just had to get Harry to react and get angry, and he would win.
Harry and Hermione were momentarily stunned to hear the headmaster just gloss over the gigantic pile of evidence as irrelevant, as if it didn't matter. They thought that Malfoy was slippery but the headmaster must be coated in Teflon, nothing stuck. They now knew that the headmaster was determined to get Harry into the death trap Tournament, and felt the compulsion of the magic of Dumbledore's words to do as he commanded. But that only made them harden their resolve to not want to play the headmaster's game. They looked around the hall to see the other witches and wizards just accept this gross miscarriage of justice just because it was the Great Albus Dumbledore who had said it. Even the professors nodded in agreement. Sadly they knew that Molly Weasley wouldn't go against the headmaster to protect Harry. They were sickened at the realization that the headmaster had his own agenda, and was not their friend nor did he have their best interests at heart. They now knew that Sirius would never be free, and if the headmaster had his way, Harry would be trapped at Durzkaban until Voldemort returned and put him out of his misery.
Ludo Bagman, head of Department of Magical Games and Sports, had been silent up to this point as he had been shocked to watch Bartemius Crouch, Head of Department of International Magical Cooperation, being attacked by Mad-Eye Moody, while he noticed the headmaster hit the Minister's Senior Undersecretary with a Confundus charm. Things were too delicate for that obnoxious toad to interfere. Then there was the fourth champion in a Tri-Wizard Tournament. But that idiot Ronald Bilius Weasley would have been an absolute disaster for the Tournament, and Britain would be the laughing stock of the magical world. But if the fourth champion was the Boy-Who-Lived, that would be a winner. He could make a fortune betting against the Goblins. He could see the game the headmaster was playing so he added his own two Knuts' worth.
"I am sorry, Mr. Potter. We must follow the rules, and the rules state clearly that those people whose names come out of the Goblet of Fire are bound to compete in the tournament." Bagman said, more confidently than he felt. He had never even seen the Tournament's Rules, but Rules are Rules. And he had played his Quidditch career by the Rules! What Rules you couldn't subvert, bend, break, ignore or get away with, had to be obeyed. So he just had to make what he said sound official and authoritatively good.
"Hem, hem!" Agreed the pink toad with a blank look on her face.
While Mr. Crouch's assistant, Percy Weasley, just glared at the boy for causing all this trouble for the Ministry of Magic and his family.
"Well, the head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports would know the rulebook back to front," said Dumbledore, beaming and turning back to Karkaroff and Madame Maxime, as though the matter was now closed.
Karkaroff and Madame Maxime were not happy for Hogwarts to have two champions and threatened to leave.
"Empty threat, Karkaroff," sneered the voice of Severus Snape. He hated the fellow Death Eater who had tried to betray him to Azkaban to save himself. "You can't leave with your champion now. He's got to compete. They've all got to compete. Binding magical contract, like the headmaster said. You're not going to be able to talk your way out of this. Convenient, eh?"
"Hem, hem!" Agreed the pink toad with a blank look on her face.
Hermione whispered in Harry's ear. "Play the underage card."
Harry nodded and faced the headmaster. "But I am underage and the Ministry of Magic has agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. For me to compete the Ministry of Magic, Beauxbatons, Durmstrang and Hogwarts would have to declare me to be of age or I will lose my magic because I am underage. Rules are Rules!"
The headmaster glared at the boy as he didn't want to discuss that little bit of information as he wanted to maintain his control over his weapon. But big-mouth Bagman shot him in the foot, for having the Boy-Who-Lived, of aged, would make all the gambling legal and easier.
"Yes that would be correct, and we can't have you losing your magic. So, for you to be in the Tri-Wizard Tournament, you are now declared of age. So mote it be!" Bagman said gleefully. "Isn't that right, Chief Warlock, er headmaster, er Senior Undersecretary?"
"Hem, hem!" Agreed the pink toad with a blank look on her face.
While Dumbledore fumed. If he said no, the boy had an easy out of the Tournament.
Harry felt the Ministry's underage tracking charms on his wand break and he smiled while Hermione saw the red glow as the charms broke.
"Brilliant, Harry, you are now officially declared of age, and can make decisions for yourself without any interfering guardians and headmasters." Hermione whispered and palmed him a note on parchment. "Now withdraw from the Tournament by reading this statement."
"Well then.." Harry started to say as he silently quickly read Hermione's note but was cut off by Bagman.
"Great!" Bagman said. "Here are your instructions."
"Wait a minute! I am not finished!" Harry said with an authority driven by the frustration of adults talking over him. He was determined that they would listen to him now. He glared at Snape, daring him to say something, but Snape looked like he had seen a ghost, while Dumbledore just looked calculating and Bagman was searching his pockets for the Tri-Wizard Tournament instructions.
"As I, Harry James Potter, am declared of age, and able to make decisions for myself. I invoke Article No: 666 of the Shadow Proclamation for Tournaments on Level 5 Planets, 'You can always say No', and declare my championship and binding magical contract with the Goblet of Fire and the Tri-Wizard Tournament, null and void as permitted during the one hour cooling-off period which allows me to withdraw from the Tri-Wizard Tournament without penalty. So mote it be!" Harry said authoritatively and thought, 'and checkmate, you manipulative old fool!'
"WHAT!"
Screamed Dumbledore, Bagman, Percy, and Ronald, as Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and ran from the Great Hall before the headmaster could play his games, or call him to his office, while Neville and Luna were standing up and clapping and cheering like mad for their best friends, Harry and Hermione, and their victory over the evil manipulative headmaster.
Hufflepuff realized that Potter's withdrawal from the Tournament had removed the fourth championship, and just given them back, Cedric Diggory, as the only true official Hogwarts champion, and Hufflepuff's chance of Eternal Glory. So they quickly joined Neville and Luna to applaud and cheer for Harry for his very Hufflepuff display of integrity, honour and fair play. While Ravenclaw joined in clapping for his brilliant Ravenclaw arguments that had outmanoeuvred the headmaster, and Slytherin applauded his virtuoso achievement that was worthy of a consummate Slytherin. Not all of Slytherin, just the nice ones. While Gryffindor remained stun silent to lose their very own Gryffindor Tri-Wizard Tournament champion. Then Oliver Wood who was visiting his former team mates, stood up with the Gryffindor Quidditch team and started to clap and cheer for their seeker and friend, for his display of bravery and courage against impossible odds. They were joined by the rest of Gryffindor, except for a loudmouth McLaggen and a bright raging redhead, who was ready to erupt. Thankfully the twins managed to contain the explosion to the red dunderhead's mind.
Hearing the clapping and cheering, Harry and Hermione paused at the door and turned to face their cheering supporters and well-wishers.
"What do we do now?" Harry asked Hermione. "We have never had the school cheering just for us?"
Hermione remembered some political comedy movies where the politician was caught in the spot light. "We hold hands, smile and wave. If they like that we take a bow or find a baby to kiss."
"Oh?" Harry said as Hermione held up his hand triumphant as they smiled and waved. Their big smiles told everyone how happy and thankful they were for the show of support.
And their supporters in the Great Hall loved it, and the cheering rose.
So they took a bow, and they loved that too.
So Harry kissed the babe.
He turned to see how happy and bright Hermione's smile was and slowly moved one hand to touch her chin and guide her lips to his in a gentle sweet kiss as he twist and dipped her. (Luna said it was a full on snog.)
The Great Hall really loved that and the surge in the cheering almost blew the roof off, while many witches swooned as they felt the magic of that kiss.
Then with a final bow and wave to the Great Hall, Harry and Hermione turned to go out the door.
But standing in front of them was Madam Amelia Bones, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, who was there with a squad of Aurors. They had rushed into the Great Hall to see what all the loud disturbance was about. Her niece, Susan Bones, had called her on her mirror fone when professor Moody had used the Cruciatus Curse on Mr. Crouch. (Amelia had received a pair of mirror fones from Sirius Black years ago, and for some reason Sirius would always crack up whenever she said the words; mirror Fo-ne in her posh Pure-blood voice.)
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Meanwhile the Confundus hexed Goblet of Fire was waiting patiently, although it was only fifty percent functional after it had received a boost of magic that very afternoon, so the enchantments that checked the magical signatures of champions were fully operational. It had checked the magical signatures that were registered when the parchments were entered, with the magical signatures of the other three champions when they accepted their championship.
While the Goblet had no idea why the Manipulative old Fart of a headmaster was trying to insert his own champion, but there would be no penalty for a Harry James Potter to withdraw from the Tournament as he had never entered his magical signature.
That was the point that seemed to be lost on the wizards. The Goblet of Fire worked didn't work with names; it worked with magical signatures and chose the most powerful magical signature from each school to be Tri-Wizard Tournament Champions.
While Ronald Bilius Weasley thought he could reuse a piece of parchment with his name on it, the Goblet already had the piece of parchment registered to a wizard with a far stronger magical signature. In fact the Goblet would have never selected such a pathetic wizard even if he was the only one entered.
So that just left the wizard who had identified himself as just plain Harry Potter when he placed his piece of parchment into the Goblet of Fire, and supplied and registered his magical signature. That wizard was still to accept or decline his championship as a mature age student from St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys. And he had one minute left before the Goblet would terminate his magic, and being unconscious was only a mere technicality.
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The stupefied, flabbergasted, dumbfounded, infuriated, seething, insane headmaster watched the boy and the muggleborn witch as they tried to run from the Great Hall, while well over three quarters of the students clapped and cheered for them. He had been decisively and successfully outmanoeuvred and beaten at his own game on his home turf. That had not happened in nearly a century. Worse still the boy and the muggleborn witch had won the support of the students and professors, and made him, the Great Albus Dumbledore, look like a manipulative schoolyard bully. With the boy now declared of age, his Magical Guardianship over the boy was not worth the parchment he had written it on, and worse still; he had lost the access to the Potter vaults at Gringotts. He had lost far more than what he had hoped to win.
The headmaster turned to his pet Death Eater to see why he had not done something to stop the boy, but Severus was pure white, even his newly grown hair, and shaking as though he had seen a ghost, as he stared off into the distance, mumbling something like, "No, She's dead, I killed her. Indeed it is entirely my stupid fault for trusting the wrong damn dark lord." Crazy talk, he wondered what Severus had seen in the boy.
The headmaster turned to his Deputy Headmistress and was about to instruct her to order the boy to report to his office immediately, when he noticed how she glared at him. He cursed as he added her to the list to be obliviated.
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Harry and Hermione smiled and waved to Madam Bones but she was not amused. She raised her hand to point to the corner at the back of the Great Hall. No one was leaving the Great Hall until this pandemonium was sorted out.
Harry really needed to find a quiet private place where he could thank his brilliant girlfriend for saving his ass again, and getting him out of the certain death Tri-Wizard Tournament, and out from under the headmaster's thumb with his emancipation intact. So slowly they walked to the corner as two house-elves they recognized popped in to set a cosy table for two.
"Hi Dobby and Winky, how are you?" Harry asked.
Dobby turned to Winky. "See how the Great Harry Potter cares for house-elves."
Winky nodded shyly.
Dobby turns to Harry. "Would the Great Harry Potter and his Grangy wish Dobby and Winky to serve you?"
"Er..?" Hermione said not sure, but she was cut off by Harry.
"Yeah, that would be great, Dobby. After that I need something stronger than pumpkin juice."
Next second all the wind had been knocked out of him as the squealing elf hit him hard in the midriff, hugging him so tightly he thought his ribs would break.
"Er? What did I just do?"
"I think the Great Harry Potter has just agreed to have Dobby and Winky serve us, permanently." Hermione giggled, surprised that she didn't have this overwhelming need to free all house-elves. Then she understood and hissed to herself. "That foul... loathsome... evil…. Manipulative…. Little cockroach!"
"Oh!" Harry said feeling he had been tricked and not hearing Hermione's hiss over the pandemonium.
"Well if it is to serve us, that would make Dobby and Winky part of our family." Harry said with a winning smile.
The phrase 'our family' answered the matter for Hermione. She was very happy Harry thought about the royal us as our family and she would make Dobby and Winky part of our family that they would love. One Big, Happy, Magical, Respectful, Caring, Loving Potter Family. Then she could show the magical world to respect house-elves and improve their lives by example.
"Smooth Mr Potter, very smooth." She said as she pushed him into the seat, sat on his lap and snuggled into him as Harry's arms wrapped around her.
"I learnt from the best."
That earned him another kiss.
Winky popped in with a plate of special chocolate cookies, while Dobby popped in with a tray with two Butterbeers for the Great Harry Potter and his Grangy, and two lemon lime and bitters for Winky and himself, something he had picked up on his two year odyssey, and Winky couldn't get drunk on lemon lime and bitters.
"Oooh! Double dark chocolate coated Tim Tams, bloody fantastic! I love you Winky!" Hermione exclaimed as Winky surprised them with her favourite chocolate cookies and she could finally satisfy her chocolate craving at Hogwarts. She showed Harry how to use the Tim Tam like a straw and bit the diagonally opposite corners off each end of the Tim Tam and dip one end into the Butterbeer and suck the warm Butterbeer through the biscuit and then eat it quickly before it melted in her fingers. It was her most favourite way to eat Tim Tams.
Happy and very satisfied, the four of them snuggled in to watch what happened next, while a hot pink haired Auror cast a Notice-Me-Not charm over the corner, and pulled up a seat next to them. She had been instructed not to let those two students out of her sight. Dobby popped away to get her a lemon lime and bitters with one of those little pink umbrellas.
A little later, Dobby popped away to get the next round of four ice cold lemon lime and bitters with two of those little pink umbrellas, and a cappuccino.
Harry turned to Dobby and whispered. "Do you know where to find a quiet private place where I could thank my brilliant girlfriend for saving my ass again?"
Dobby's face lit up with a big grin. He knew just the place.
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Madam Bones had walked into the Great Hall to see two students kissing directly in front of her, while there was complete chaos in the Great Hall as the students were clapping and cheering for Harry and Hermione, while a few were screaming at the Boy-Who-Lived.
The sight of a very unhappy headmaster gave the state of affairs away, and she understood that Harry Potter had just outmanoeuvred Dumbledore in a situation that was entirely of the headmaster's own scheming and manipulations. She silently cheered for Mr. Potter as she had been on the wrong side of the headmaster's manipulations too many times.
Her niece, Susan, had told her how crazy things happen around Harry Potter but she never expected something as crazy as the scene in front of her, and she couldn't wait to hear how the headmaster would try to talk himself out of this mess.
She knew Harry Potter was at the center of this pandemonium as they were cheering his name. But was it his fault? Susan had always said that Harry didn't go looking for trouble but it found him anyway. The way Susan spoke of how he would come along and terminate any trouble, usually without any help from the professors, made Amelia wonder how interested her niece was in Harry. A quick glance to the Hufflepuff table revealed that her niece had swooned and was being held up in the arms of her friend, Hannah.
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The fateful minute was up and time had run out for the remaining fourth mature age champion, and their attention was drawn back to the Goblet of Fire as it went berserk and threw off the Confundus hex. The lights darkened and the Great Hall started to rumble with some ominous foreboding background music.
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